Honestly, I do not know how to start writing this entry however the fact that the past weeks have gone by in a blur, I just feel the need to post something here.
I've got a job?
Well technically yes and no. Yes because this company is paying me (real low!) and no because I'm nothing but a trainee who's still trying to get the hang of things and someone who's still contemplating if this job's something that would really fit me, if it's the kind of job I'd be wanting to have even after a couple of years.
You see, working in a call center industry is, once you get the hang of it, as they say, will be as easy as a piece of cake. Well that could be true and right now I cannot attest to that since I still have a lot to learn but as early as now, I'm starting to have second thoughts on how sure am I about this job. And I'd rather not say the reason to that.
Who knows what'll happen in the future, though? It's better not to assume.
I've got a cat?
Yes! I've literally picked a stray and weak-looking kitten who strolls in our neighborhood. One night, I saw her simply sitting (like a cat) across our house and I do not know what came to me but I went over to get her and let her inside our house. My mom was aggravated, started to mention all the cons of having a cat inside the house -- hygiene-wise because we had kittens before who weren't and could not be disciplined to poop and pee in the right place. So during that night, even if it was against my will, I let the kitten go and I seriously had a bad feeling about that.
My doubt was answered because the next day, it was my mom who saw her outside our house, seemingly sick and unable to move. She hurriedly told me about it and I immediately took her inside our house. She looked sick and weak; and after some time of observing her, I noticed that her -- I dunno, hand or feet? -- was swollen and she keeps on meow-ing. She's very hungry, too!
Anyway, my mom named her "Kyu-Pi" not really sure about the spelling because: kyu-comang; pi-pilay (injured). And good thing she knows how to follow because she only pees and poops in the right place -- the only condition my mom has. If the pet pees and poops in the right place, then we're good.
Hence, we kept her and she's still with us now, weighing thrice the weight she has when I first held her. And she's energetic and playful, too! heeee~~~
There, I am just exhausting myself so I could go to sleep~~